#1 Sign That Things are Not Quite Right in the Universe
I'm actually groovin to Van Halen. Why can't this be love, anyway?

Every aspect of my life exploded in some way yesterday. Maybe that's good, because it's over with, I hope. There was a great deal of bickering amongst my board bretheren, a lot of ill will and accusations that boiled down to confusion about how best to use a single, hour and fifteen minute ice slot on Saturday. For once, I stood up for myself and said a lot of the hard things that had been on mind through the process (the most important was, where was my help at most of the sessions? I fully acknowledge the help given by a few board members and some skaters and I'm very grateful for that.).

The whole thing reaffirms the power of holding your tongue. Because when you finally let loose, people listen. They may still not agree, but they understand the power of my pain.

I also confronted the guy who had made that creepy comment about my outfit the other day. He was very apologetic, which I appreciate though I'm still not ready to stop being weary around him.

Paid league dues for both teams last night and ended up covering for 4 more people (at a tune of $364 each) than I'd anticipated. Good thing I'm made of money....

Hockey Humor
I'm placing our jersey order for the new team. One of the players wants her last name on the back. Not usually a big deal, in fact the jersey guy sort of expects it. I didn't realize that by saying '5, Large, BLANK' he thought I meant 5 jerseys, size large with nothing on the back.
Jersey guy: "You're kidding. The player's last *name* is BLANK?"
Me: Yup. (not quite getting his confusion)
Him: I thought you wanted BLANK JERSEYS not a jersey for somone with BLANK as their last name.
Me: (sound of a light bulb clicking on) OHHHH. Right, that's Ms. Blank to you! Now get going on her jersey, would ya?

I'm having a really hard time concentrating on school right now. The job is altogether more compelling and it's really making me question the point of going to school at all. How many more comments about running bowling alleys can I possibly stomach with a forced grin when I'm not sure myself that I'm doing the right thing?

The other day, I thought "I was just killing time with school until I found a job like this." What the hell am I supposed to do about that?

Not a Good Neighbor
This may qualify for TMI Tuesday. Read at your own risk.

Whatever I had for lunch is causing me some problems. Not the 'I-need-to-take-care-of-this-right-now' kind of problem. That would be easier. But no, this is the 'you're going to make bad smells at your desk' kind of problem. I'm afraid to stand up, I'm convinced that all of the bad smells are trapped somewhat safely beneath me and rising from my chair would release them to an unsuspecting public, or at least to the three people sitting right near me.